I started out the ruler of a modest wooden box filled to the brim with beds in true soviet fashion. My humble berry farmers bringing in the days rations for my poor worker bees. On the roof stands two miserable guards half heartedly throwing rocks at the undead.

Fast forward a few hours.

Today I rule from my penthouse watching with a sly grin on my face as my underlings farm the land with mechanical efficiency. The magnificent skyscrapers block out the sun and my perimiter wall is filled to the brim with brutes carrying muskets keeping both the undead at bay and the workers in check. In the mines my "comrades" toil tirelessly to fuel the birth of a true empire.

8/10 A dictators approval

I started out the ruler of a modest wooden box filled to the brim with beds in true soviet fashion. My humble berry farmers bringing in the days rations for my poor worker bees. On the roof stands two miserable guards half heartedly throwing rocks at the undead. Fast forward a few hours. Today I rule from my penthouse watching with a sly grin on my face as my underlings farm the land with mechanical efficiency. The magnificent skyscrapers block out the sun and my perimiter wall is filled to the brim with brutes carrying muskets keeping both the undead at bay and the workers in check. In the mines my "comrades" toil tirelessly to fuel the birth of a true empire. 8/10 A dictators approval